You promised me a million things and I kissed you and promised you a little more

We did a lot of things together

Watched movies, held hands, talked for hours

I was happy

You were happy

I was happy that you were happy

You made me feel good about me

I hope I made you feel the same

And then I did something stupid

Something I shouldn’t have said

And everything shattered

“WE” changed to YOU and ME

I am lost today without you

I feel a void that never seems to shrink

I feel lost without you,

And more, without your friendship

Today, as I sat here going through some of our old chats

I remembered what you meant to me

What I meant to you

And I remembered

What Best Times are Made of

You were the best thing that happened to me

I treasure that

But I do not regret “WE” didn’t work

Because you taught me a lot

And more than anything else

What you truly taught me was

What Best Times are Made of

And I will be eternally grateful to you for that

And I will love you

Until my dying day

DISCLAIMER: This is my first attempt at something that’s different than plain prose. And for the sake of not insulting all the great poets we have around here, I’m not going to term it “poetry”. So that’s about it!

I love it 🙂 And, what I love about some of the blogs I follow is that we all venture out into that so called poetic world – me included – and find we can write something that others can empathise with and understand.

Here’s my first effort, nice to get some supporting comments from other bloggers:

I wouldn’t have written the same words as you – regarding the feelings – but still doesn’t stop it working. Only because I would have been unsure about the love until dying day – I would have left that more vague, but that is my style and not yours 😀

I checked out yours and I loved it 🙂
And yes, some of us prefer subtlety, some of us prefer directness.
I had found it difficult to believe that people would empathize with what I call my amateurish attempt at poetry.

Thank you Soma! I’m glad you like it.
And sweetheart, what you write in the name of poetry is kickass and I love it 😀
And yes, changing relationships are a pain in the ass. But life is too short to sit moping around for someone. You left me, your loss 😉